i have to pay for your attention and acceptance (i am not complaining here just making a comparison you have helped me TONS) and when i was a kid hell still today i have to "pay" for my mother's attention and semi-acceptance too, only difference is i pay you in money, i paid and continue to "pay" HER by pretending to be something i'm not, or by watering myself down to the point where she can sort of accept me; i paid and pay her with the currency of emotional misery.

Somehow the dollars that i pay you suddenly seem small in comparison

I am joining this club. The.... since wishes don't cause things, I'm going to be honest that my life would be so much easier if mine was gone, both my parents actually, sigh.

When my mother dies, I get unlimited free access to my little brother. I HATE the current cost of admission. I hate the price of family.

That is probably why the small fortune I spent on my therapist seem so easy to overlook or justify.

Money is nothing, sigh, compared to what I've paid.